The wish to lead out one's lover must be a tribal feeling; the wish to be seen as loved is part of one's self-respect.

Autumn arrives in the early morning.

Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.

Nothing arrives on paper as it started, and so much arrives that never started at all. To write is always to rave a little-even if one did once know what one meant

[My early stories] are the work of a living writer whom I know in a sense, but can never meet.

There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone.

I became, and remain, my characters' close and intent watcher: their director, never. Their creator I cannot feel that I was, or am.